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COLOR BLENDING 

PHYSICAL, INTELLECTUAL and SPIRITUAL 

from the BOW OF PROMISE 

SPANNING LIFE'S HIGHWAY 

from EARTH TO HEAVEN 




LfSANTEE 

BUND AUTHOR AND POET 

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H. S. CROCKER CO. 

PUBLISHERS 

OAKLAND. CALIFORNIA 



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OCT I8iy21 






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CONTENTS 

PAGE 

AN UNCHANGING RULE FOR BUILDERS 1 

OUR BOY 2 

THE BOY SCOUT 2 

SPIRITUAL RECOGNITION 3 

THE CHANGING SEASONS 4 

PRESENT AND FUTURE „ 6 

FOUR THRONES OF LOVE 7 

THE THRONES OF LOVE (Revised) 8 

OUR GUEST 9 

SUNSHINE AND SHADOW 10 

MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY 11 

MEMORIAL DAY 12 

JUBILEE 13 

GOD, THE BIRDS AND ME 14 

THE OCEAN 16 

THE WORLD AND ITS TROUBLES 18 

FORMS OF NATURE 19 

COLUMBUS 21 

INVITATIONAL HYMN 22 

THE SAVIOR'S CALL 23 

GOD'S ORDER AND HARMONY 25 

CHOOSE YOUR LIFE'S WORK FOR BRAWN OR BRAIN 

BE TRUE AND KNOW IT WELL 26 

THE LOVING CORDS 28 

NATURE'S HIDDEN WORK 29 

POWER AND QUIETNESS 31 

TAKE OFF THE LID 32 

SALUTE TO THE FLAG 33 

MY MISSION 34 

THE SUMMER SHOWER 35 

MERCY AND WRATH 36 

THE CLOCK ON THE MANTEL 37 

MAN, A MOVING TOWER 38 

BLINDNESS 40 

EDEN'S GARDEN AND FALL. 41 

FOUNTAINS OF SONG 44 

THE HOME OF THE BLEST. 46 



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A CHRISTIAN HOME 47 

OUR DARLING MOTHER, U. S. A 49 

THE CLEANSING FIRE. 50 

THE HOLY SPIRIT "'" 51 

THANKSGIVING " 52 

THE RAPTURE 54 

CHILDREN 55 

PROVERBS IN EIGHT SYLLABLES 56 

CHRISTMAS 57 

THE SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS 59 

GOD IN THE HUMAN HEART 60 

WINTER 60 

CHRIST OUR SAVIOR 62 

TRIBUTE TO MR. AND MRS. E. C. THOMAS 64 

THE COUNTRY GIRL 65 

THE COUNTRY BOY 66 

THE CHRISTIAN'S SABBATH 67 

GOD DIRECTS 68 

TRIBUTE FROM HER PARENTS TO MRS. HORACE 

DUNNE UPON HER BIRTHDAY, 1916 69 

NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS 70 

OUR COUNTRY'S PLEA FOR LIGHT 71 

REPUBLICAN DEMOCRACY 72 

TRIBUTE TO MR. A. J. GREGG 73 

FASTING 74 

THE KING'S DREAM AND DANIEL'S VISION 74 

VERSES OF BEREAVEMENT 77 

TIME AND ETERNITY 78 

THE KING'S HIGHWAY 79 

HEALING IN THE TOUCH. 80 

HE SPEAKS 80 

WARP AND WOOF 81 

HOME 82 

DIVINE LOVE 83 

ANNOUNCEMENT 84 

ANNOUNCEMENT 85 

THE CROSSING 85 

WIFE'S BIRTHDAY 86 



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HE FILLS MY RANSOMED SOUL 87 

BODY AND SPIRIT 88 

HE GUIDES ARIGHT 89 

SIGNS 89 

DEDICATION TO MR. AND MRS. L. B. GALLAGHER 90 

THE HOME OF THE SPIRIT 91 

MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY 91 

THINGS WE HAVE THOUGHT AND DONE 92 

SUNDAY SCHOOL CHILDREN'S DAY IN CHURCH 93 

YE BUILDERS 94 

THE BLIND MAN 94 

BY THE AUTHOR 96 

BEFORE YOU VOTE JUST COUNT THE COST 97 

MY DAUGHTER AILEEN AT TWENTY-TWO 98 

MY GUIDING STAR 99 

MOTHER'S LOVE 99 

VISION 100 

PEACE 103 

GOD'S PRESENCE 104 

CALIFORNIA 105 

COMMEMORATING MY DAUGHTER'S THIRTY-FIFTH 

BIRTHDAY 106 

OUR COUNTRY'S CALL 106 

PRIMEVAL VERSUS CULTIVATED NATURE 108 

THE LORD'S SUPPER 109 

OUR GIRL 110 

THE CLAIMS OF BIRTHPLACE. 110 

OCEAN OF GOD'S LOVK 112 

THE GAME OF LABOR 113 



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preface 

By the Author, 

Unsupported by faith in the Bible records of 
revealed Spiritual knowledge, intelligence questions 
the justice of God for having created liberty of Will, 
enabling thought and action to antagonize creative 
purpose and then creating rewards and punishments 
to influence thought and action in harmony with 
God's law. 

Intelligence supported by the Bible records of 
revealed Spiritual knowledge creates an atmosphere 
of perfection in which we recognize our God of 
creative power and Government, wearing a crown of 
supreme authority. 

When Satan, one of God's ministering spirits in the 
Paradise of his visible presence through liberty of 
will antagonized creative purpose and led an insur- 
rection against God's government introducing dis- 
obedience, justice banished Satan and his associates 
from the Eden of God's visible presence in Heaven 
and upon earth. When God recognized the hopeless 
condition of banished humanity from the knowledge 
of His visible and spiritual presence. He commis- 
sioned Christ, His only begotten Son to satisfy Justice 
by restoring harmony between an offended God and 
offending humanity. For this purpose Christ left the 
throne of His Father's glory and came down to this 
footstool of earth, where He clothed Divinity in the 
body of our humanity, enabling us to recognize in 
Christ our Messiah and Redeemer. 



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When Satan recognized that Christ would establish 
His Kingdom of righteousness upon the foundations 
of human faith, he determined to undermine that 
foundation by removing Christ from among His 
disciples. Therefore death was commissioned to sep- 
arate the physical body from its spiritual occupant 
and Christ's body was placed in the tomb of Joseph 
while His sorrowing disciples were scattered like 
sheep without a shepherd. 

Now, while death has power to restore vegetable, 
animal and human bodies, to the bosom of Mother 
Earth from which they were taken, death is also sub- 
ject to the immortal spirit that has chosen the 
physical body for its physical habition. Therefore, 
in the economy of creative purpose, death has no 
power over the Divine spirit which has been clothed 
in the body of our humanity. In the course of events, 
Christ, the immortal tenant, returned to that physical 
body in Joseph's tomb, and through the power of a 
resurrection life and the changes accompanying it. 
He again came forth to mingle among His disciples, 
whose fears and grief were changed into a spirit of 
rejoicing beyond the power of human utterance. 

Now, after forty days among His disciples, Christ 
led that band of one hundred and twenty up the 
slopes of Mount Olivet to the vantage ground of a 
more perfect knowledge, where they witnessed the 
triumphal departure of their leader into the cloud 
that hid the throne of God's visible presence from 
mortal eyes. Then those rejoicing disciples returned 
to the upper room filled with the associations of their 
departed leader, for this was the chosen place where 



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God had requested His disciples to tarry until they 
had received the baptism of the Holy Ghost, anointing 
them for their service of ministry and love. A min- 
istry and service that claims no vacation until death 
shall transfer them to the Eden of God's visible 
presence in Heaven. 

When Christian worshipers recognize the great 
value of faith in these Bible records of revealed 
knowledge, the disciples of Christ sacrifice time, tal- 
ents, ambition and even life itself that they might 
place these Bible records in the hands of every 
earnest seeker after truth. For this purpose churches 
are constructed, ministers are ordained, and Sunday 
schools are established with their cradle rolls enab- 
ling awakening intelligence to use these Bible records 
for their corner stone in the building of Life's 

Activities. 

By L. SANTEE. 



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SntroDuctorp jQote 

Those who read these pages will be interested to 
know that the man who wrote them, reads with his 
fingers and not by sight. Mr. Santee was for many 
years in active business, and a frequent visitor to my 
office at the Oakland Free Library, as the represen- 
tative of various publishing houses. After his sight 
failed, he continued to do business for a time, and 
nobody could have told from any failure of cheeri- 
ness in his voice that the handicap that had come to 
him had daunted his courage in the least. When 
active bookselling was no longer possible, he did not 
forsake the Library, but has continued to come, often 
quite by himself, through the crowded streets to the 
quiet place of books. This has lasted through several 
years, and his form has been familiar to the Library 
people as he has sat in his place reading with busy 
fingers the book that he has brought with him. 

But reading has not been his only employment. As 
often happens the failure of the outward sight has 
seemed to intensify that inward vision that is "the 
evidence of things not seen." His spiritual nature has 
developed in the quiet spaces that come to the sight- 
less, and he has beguiled the hours by turning into 
verse the results of this seeing. Strongly religious 
and ardently patriotic, his verses will gain the 
approval of many a mind which would remain cold 
to subtler appeal. There is nothing of the "mod- 
ernist" about Mr. Santee's ideas or verse. Straight, 
old-fashioned piety and the victory over untoward 
circumstance. 

CHAS. S. GREENE. 

Oakland Free Library, June 30, 1921. 



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announcement lip tfte autftor 

First among those to whom honor is due from 
appreciative readers is Mr. Greene, Librarian, under 
whose efficient leadership our Oakland Library has 
become one of California's leading intellectual assets. 
In proof of this assertion permit me to introduce 
some figures from that Library's records. During the 
last fiscal year one million eight thousand applica- 
tions have been made for intellectual food from this 
storehouse of free distribution to satisfy the hunger 
and thirst of intellectual appetites. 

Among others to whom credit is due for encourage- 
ment in the production of this volume, is Mr. Gregg 
who claims the honor of being editor of the first pro- 
hibition paper published in this State. While refer- 
ence should also be made to Mr. and Mrs. Gallagher 
of the Gallagher Marsh Business College, and Mr. and 
Mrs. Eilson of the Oakland School for Shorthand. 
These four leaders have done much towards the 
improvement of business methods within the realm of 
their extensive influence. 

The Author must not forget to return thanks to 
the many friends who have given material assistance 
in creating and beautifying this volume. 

Republican democracy has demonstrated the fact 
that efficient leadership cannot be acquired by gift, 
purchase, or inheritance, but must come from the 
workers of industrial pursuits, finding its climax in 
the supreme leadership of national life. 

L. SANTEE, 1921. 



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To disarm adverse criticism concerning repetitions 
that may be found in this volume the author desires 
to make the statement that while the fear of criticism 
compels writers and speakers to avoid repetitions 
there are times when they are as necessary to meet the 
demands of human conditions as the pulse beat, the 
footstep or the ticking of the clock. Therefore, while 
he has attempted to avoid repetitions, he believes that 
wherever they are used in this volume they are for 
the purpose of strengthening what has gone before. 



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XVIII 



an cancftansing Kule for T5uiHier$ 



Before you build sit down and count the cost 

To build the very best. 
And when you build use that which stands the test 

In building great and small. 

Should you desire that others you might lead 

In deed or words or thought, 
Then you must build, for that cannot be bought. 

This must be built by you. 

This rule holds good in all we undertake. 

In thought, or word, or deed. 
For we must reap according to the seed 

That we have scattered here. 

Thought plows the fertile soil of mind. 

And there we scatter seeds. 
They bring forth useful grain or useless weeds, 

This last with fire is burned. 

Then while we build with thought or words or deeds. 

Be honest, thorough, pure. 
For what we build must ever more endure 

Through cycles yet to come. 



SDm 15og 

Our boy brought light and sunshine to those about 

our knee. 
He was a dear, sweet blossom upon our family tree. 
He filled with fullest measure our hearts with hope 

and joy. 
He was among our treasures, a gem without alloy. 

His life to us was given to fill our home with love, 
And then pass on before us, to dwell in heaven above. 
There, we can see him walking upon that golden 

shore 
While waiting for our landing, where parting is no 

more. 

Oh, parents, are you trusting upon life's rolling wave 
The holy spirit's guidance and Christ enthroned to 

save. 
Then, you shall have the blossom again upon your 

breast 
Where hearts with love are blending, creating perfect 

rest. 



Cl)e 15op ©cout 

Written to encourage the Society in their deeds of love. 

We're a band of sturdy fellows 

Chock full of life, for work or fun; 

Whether on land or rolling billows. 
We have a hand for every one. 



We lead the blind, the lame, the helpless, 
Whate'er may be their failing part. 

Where'er we see the sign of weakness, 
We have a sympathetic heart. 

Where grief o'erflows and silent tear 
Rolls down the full or furrowed cheek. 

You'll know the Boy Scout, he is near 
With words of comfort here to speak. 

Our hearts are light as birds on wing 
From early morn till close of day. 

We dance and shout, we laugh and sing. 
Brightening corners on our way. 



Sipiritual Recognition 

With Spirit's recognition 
Throughout God's Holy word. 
We bow in adoration 
To Christ, our risen Lord. 

He bears our heart's petition 
To God in their bright home. 
They know our weak condition. 
They bid us freely come. 

God's treasure house stands open 
To those who love His will, — 
These words to us were spoken, 
'Your measures freely fill." 



The Bible is our witness, 
Sent down from God above; 
He knows about our fitness, 
We see His boundless love. 



What means those rolling thunders loud. 

Within the vault on high, 
The lightnings flashing from the cloud 

That covers yonder sky. 

Ah! God is forging raindrops bright, 

They quickly fall to earth. 
We view with awe the wondrous sight 

When God gives Spring her birth. 

The budding branch with incense sweet. 

Is swinging censers now. 
All Nature worships at God's feet 

While head and knees we bow. 

The birds return on eager wing 
From their far southland home. 

They flit, they chirp, they joyful sing. 
While here and there they roam. 

The lambs are playing on the hill. 

Or rest in pleasant shade — 
Their mothers' hearts with rapture thrill 

That God such pleasure made. 



The farmer plants and sows the field 

For corn or waving grain — 
His hopes are high that they will yield 

A bounteous summer gain. 

The sun mounts up to throne of noon, 

He rules the hours of light. 
And then descends for queenly moon 

To rule the hours of night. 

Young Summer comes with beaming pride 
To meet his sweetheart, Spring. 

All Nature greets the coming bride, 
And loving tributes bring. 

The Fall with frosty sickle bright 

Reaps the last fruitage here. 
Then Winter spreads his garments white 

Upon the dying year. 

And is this all and shall it be 
When Death to us shall come? 

Ah, no. A future life we see 
And an Eternal Home. 

There we shall harvest what we've sown 

Unless repentance here 
Shall claim our pardon at God's throne, 

And make our title clear. 

To get perfect harmony out of these verses turn to John, third 
chapter, and use it as your key-note. 



}^tt$tnt anD jfuture 



Without a future yonder 
Above this world of strife. 
Let us a moment ponder 
Upon this present life 

Then we, like vegetation 
No future leads on High, 
We share disintegration. 
No future when we die. 

Our love would be in danger 
With unchained self-desire. 
For Love would be a stranger 
Within this flame of fire. 

No law our lust to govern. 
Our lust for self-desire; 
For Lust to us is sovereign. 
He feeds these flames of fire. 

Upon our human features 
We see this greed for lust. 
Among all living creatures 
No one in whom to trust. 

No love for one another 
Upon life's rugged road. 
No helping of a brother 
To ease the heavy load. 



To Christ we are a debtor 
To light our upward way, 
He gives us something better 
Creating perfect day. 

We share each other's pleasures 
Our future shining bright, 
A gem among our treasures, 
It gives us perfect light. 



Jfput Cl)rone0 of Hotoe 

Four thrones of love stand side by side, 
From Christ to loving mother. 

Go view them well, you cannot tell 
Which stands above the other. 

No sacrifice for us too great. 
With God our loving Father; 

Even his own begotten Son, 
Our King and elder brother. 

Another throne stands at their side, 
That all true hearts remember. 

It is the throne of woman's love. 
So faithful, pure and tender. 

She walks with us the downward road 
Through sin and degradation. 

Keeping her garments pure and white 
Creates our admiration. 

These thrones of love stand side by side. 
From Christ to loving mother. 

We view them well, but fail to tell 
Which stands above the other. 



Ci)e Cl)tone0 of LotJe 

(Revised by the Author.) 

God's throne of love supreme above, 

Supporting every other. 
From human hearts to Christ Divine, 

Uniting God and Mother. 

Each country has its throne of love. 
Where friendly nations gather. 

George Washington, first ruler here. 
Received the name of Father. 

Each home should have its throne of love, 
With friends and family seated. 

And when they all are gathered there. 
That circle is completed. 

Another throne we mention here. 
Which all true hearts remember. 

It is the throne of woman's love. 
So faithful, pure and tender. 

She walks with us the downward road, 
Through sin and degradation. 

Keeping her garments pure and white. 
Creates our admiration. 

These thrones of love begin above. 
Each throne joined to its brother. 

Until God's throne of perfect love 
Encircles every other. 



S!)ut (Sue0t 



You are a welcome Guest, 
Crossing our life's highway, 
Come in and sweetly rest; 
Renew your strength today. 

May angel forms descend 
Adown Dream's ladder bright; 
While pleasant thoughts ascend, 
As Jacob's did that night. 

He lay upon the ground, 
His pillow was a stone; 
There sweetest rest he found. 
His ladder reached the Throne. 

He was the desert's care, 
But you to us have come; 
Our pleasures freely share, 
Our comforts and our home. 

Now while you sweetly rest. 
With us God's presence share; 
For those are richly blest 
Who know His loving care. 



Sun0j)me anD S)I)aDPto 



In unobstructed sunshine 

No shadows do we see; 
To cast a single shadow, 

Obstruction there must be. 

Love's unobstructed sunshine 
Contains no load of care; 

While walking to this sunlight, 
We find no shadows there. 

We at each friendship's crossing 
Each other's pleasure share, 

Creating sweetest blossoms — 
Their perfume fills the air. 

We meet love at these crossings. 
There blending, heart to heart; 

There is no perfect blending 
Without love's chosen part. 

Now should there be a wedding 
Binding two human hearts. 

Without this perfect blending. 
Without love's chosen parts? 

They walk life's sunless highway 
Through all their dreary years. 

No loving arms entwining. 
No love to dry their tears. 



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Watch well before the wedding 
The blending of each heart. 

For all imperfect blendings 
Leave shadows in each part. 



00otf)er'0 TSirtftDap 

How sweet to know a Mother's love 

And feel her presence near 
Her Birthday is a joy sublime 

New Christmas in our Year. 

Her loved ones greet this day of days 

Along the path of time; 
It fills their thoughts in future years, 

Your Birthday, Mother Mine. 

It brings back thoughts of her dear form 

To each succeeding day. 
It's sunshine in each lonely heart 

To light our onward way. 

Should Mother reach those pearly Gates 

Before our work is through, 
Oh, happy we, to greet her there 

In her bright mansion new. 



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9@emonaI Dap 

From honored graves the dead come forth, 
We see with spirit vision 
Those bodies that were sleeping there, 
They form a long procession. 

Some by great deeds of valor led 
The honored of their nation, 
We read on scroll of noble fame 
Their life, their work, their station. 

Soldiers firm as adamant. 
They stand on land and ocean, 
Upon the field of noble strife, 
In battle's wild commotion. 

And when the bugle sounds the charge 
Not one is seen to falter. 
Their swords and bayonets make way 
To valor's sacred altar. 

Upon each breast from woman's hands 
They wear proud honor's token. 
With manly tread this badge they wear. 
With courage still unbroken. 

From honored graves new forms arise. 
They pass from earth to heaven. 
Their bodies bound to stakes were burned, 
To God their lives were given. 



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These pioneers now sleeping here 
From some great onward movement, 
Our greetings with our thanks we bring 
For your wide world improvement. 

While now this day these flowers we bring, 
Your silent graves to cover. 
We see your forms on angel wings, 
Their brightness round us hover. 



3fu6ilee 

The author was inspired to write the following poem while listen- 
ing to an address by Mrs. Montgomery of the Baptist "Women's 
Foreign Missionary Society, at a Jubilee meeting. 

Our year of Jubilee has come. 

Lift up your hearts and sing. 

Hope, Faith and Love to earth has come 

Upon bright Angel's wing. 

While shepherds watched their flocks by night 
In skys sweet anthems ring. 
They tell us of a Savior's love, 
They point to Christ, our King. 

Our prayers mount up to God on high. 
Through Christ, our Savior dear. 
He bears to Heaven our faintest plea, 
From Saint and Sinner, here. 

Before another Jubilee 
May prayers encircling earth 
Mount up to God, upon His throne 
Through Christ, who gives them birth. 



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(5oD, tbe 13irD0 anD Q^e 



God gives the birds their food to eat. 
From earth, the sky or sea; 

He gives to them their bread and meat, 
Just as He does to me. 

They gather food from morn till night 
For those within their nest; 

The motlier bird has joy and light 
And welcomes mate to nest. 

They chirp and sing the livelong day. 
In summer, autumn, spring; 

They make us happy on our way. 
Our hearts with them now sing. 

God does not place the food in nest. 

For either bird or me; 
He in His wisdom thinks it best 

For all to work, you see. 

The birds arise with morning light. 

That herald of the day 
\rhich tells that sun so warm and bright 

Has started on his way. 

For hours to work, to talk or play 
God sends the hours of light; 

For man and bird at close of day 
He sends, for sleep the night. 



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^hile siin gives light the birds give song; 

They're dressed in plumage bright; 
They cheer our hearts the whole day long, 

From break of day till night. 

They lift their heads while here they sing; 

Their songs are full of love 
To God. who gave to them the \s'ing 

To fly in air above. 

They praise the Lord for morning light. 

They praise Him every one: 
That He has watched their sleep at night 

Until first rays of sun. 

God at His throne in heaven so far. 

To Him their notes they raise: 
To God who made the morning star: 

Their joyful songs of praise. 

God sees us all on bended knee 

In prayer to Him above: 
One day He'll say to you and me: 

"Come to my home of love." 

The faintest voice that's raised in prayer 

From saint and sinner here. 
Is carried up that golden stair 

To Christ, our Savior dear. 



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Christ us a mansion now prepares 
For those who love Him here; 

With joy we mount the golden stairs. 
His loving presence near. 

To dwell with Christ our Savior dear 

Within that city bright; 
Then no more sorrow, doubt or fear. 

Where Christ shall be the light. 



Cf)c Ocean 

I stood upon thy beach, O, ocean! 

And listened to thy ceaseless roar, 
Thy power, and wrath, in great commotion. 

As waves rolled high on sandy shore. 

Then sweetly as a maiden sleeping 
Tranquilly dreaming thoughts of love. 

While from her glowing face reflecting 
The moon and twinkling stars above. 

Ships on thy placid bosom lying. 
Beneath a clear and azure sky. 

No foaming billows round them plying, 
Nor threatening clouds above them fly. 

As harvest hand at dinner resting. 
Gathering strength for further work. 

The sailors know that dangers nesting 
And storms beyond this quiet lurk. 



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The captain knows the §ign appalling 
Within the glass so small and slim, 

The liquid there is quickly falling. 
The sailors haste those sails to trim. 

Scarcely upon the deck they're standing 
When mast and ship begin to reel. 

The roaring storm upon them speeding. 
The angry v^inds those masts now feel. 

As raging monsters on them sweeping 
Now crushing ship and helm and mast; 

The sea and storm now o'er them weeping. 
That ship and men are in the paert. 

O thou sea, within thy rock bound shores 
How many hopes and men lie deep. 

But God from heaven they'll hear once more 
Calling them from that briny sleep. 

O'er sea and land God's trumpet shall sound. 
All nations' dead that voice shall hear; 

Wherever a human grave is found 
They shall come forth to joy or fear. 

Sailor on ocean, give God your heart, 
He wants you in His Kingdom too; 

Make the Bible your heavenly chart. 
Much work for Him vou then can do. 



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Cfie caprlD anD 3t0 Ctou6Ie0 



This world and its troubles. 
As through them we move. 

Thoughts bring back memories 
Of scenes that we love. 

These thoughts of our childhood 

In rich colors glow 
Like rainbows of promise. 

On crystals of snow. 

In thoughts of our spring time 
Bright blossoms we see. 

The hope of youth's fruitage 
That grows on life's tree. 

A dear family and friends 

Together now stand; 
No thought of life's troubles 

Have entered that band. 

Encircling an organ, 
Their voices they raise 

With home songs they love. 
Their tribute of praise. 

The father and mother 

Sit peacefully there; 
The scene and those dear songs 

They lovingly share. 



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They see in those loved ones 
Their hopes and their joys, 

Their dear loving children, 
Those girls and those boys. 

These thoughts now float backward 

O'er oceans of time; 
That family is scattered 

In country and clime. 

These scenes of our childhood. 
Though oceans may part. 

Waves of their memory 
Oft gladdens the heart. 



jForm0 of iQature 

The brain is filled with deepest emotion 
Thinking of glories that around us lie; 

The depth, the breadth, the beauty of ocean, 
Its wonders within, its waves dashing high. 

The fish dressed in scales all perfect and bright 
Dwelling in caverns of their ocean deep. 

Shells for their pictures — a beautiful sight. 
Sporting, and playing, or resting in sleep. 

We now will view those peaks on mountains high. 
Grandeur of strength and majesty of form ; 

God's sentinels with whitened heads in sky 

Above the lightning's flash and clouds of storm. 



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There at their feet descend those canyons deep. 

With lights and shades and brightest colors rare; 

'Tis here that God His richest pictures keep, 
And here their softest tints He doth prepare. 

The ground He paints with sunshine, dew and shower; 

All over earth His richest colors glow; 
Each spring He paints the blossom and the flower; 

Their sweet perfume we breathe while here they 
grow. 

God builds the forest from shrub to tall pine, 
Berries on bushes, rich fruit on the tree; 

Large clusters of grapes that hang from the vine; 
Food for squirrel and birds, for you and me. 

Those storm chariots with lightning in wheels, 
In fury that drive across the blue sky; 

Their roaring and rushing the earth now feels. 
Through darkened clouds, that above us fly. 

God sifts the raindrops where nature doth ride; 

The icy crystals and feathers of snow; 
The cloud their home, where they all doth abide; 

Their covers He spreads on all here below. 

Why farther attempt these wonders to name 

On earth below or in heaven above; 
His power still large, is ever the same. 

While through it all we can see His great love. 



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Columbus" 



Columbus sav/ on scroll of fame 

Those names that deeds had written there; 
There first of all was his own name. 

While greater deeds not one could share. 

He dared to teach, "the earth is round," 
Not flat, as cardinals would say; 

His doctrine he would dare to sound. 
By sailing westward day by day. 

Atlantic has a sunset shore 

Beyond this ocean's broad domain; 

Westward we reach rich India's store 
Then on still on till home again. 

He argued long, his words were bold. 
To get from Spain these vessels three: 

The queen there pawned her jewels old; 
She had great faith in him, you see. 

He journeyed on this westward sea 
Against the restless rolling tide; 

While sailors feared this trip begun 
Should end far down the ocean's side. 

His crews were men who all those years 

On superstition long had fed; 
They all were filled with useless fears 

From superstition's poisoned bread. 



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He tried to quell their common fear 

While through those westward waves he swept; 

Through many months of that long year, 
Relentless still, he onward kept. 

Columbus begged for one more night 
With mutiny and sufferings more; 

His eyes must see the moving light, 
To prove they neared the sunset shore. 

Land! Land! the cry rang loud and clear 
Upon that day's first morning light; 

It reached the sailor's listening ear. 
They haste to view the welcome sight. 

His name shall lead this worldly fame 

All others must beneath enroll. 
Columbus first, the highest name 

Is written on this worldly scroll. 



antJitational i^pmn 

Do you not hear the dear Savior knocking, 
Knocking at the door of your heart today? 

O, do not keep Him there longer waiting. 
Open the door of your heart while you may. 

He has called, yes. He has been here before. 

Those wounds in His hands and feet were for me. 

Now while He is standing outside my door. 
That crown of thorns on His brow I can see. 



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He is the Son of the Lord of Heaven, 
Come to a heart full of evil and sin; 
His life for me on that cross was given. 
I will open my door and let Him in. 
Chorus : 
Yes I can hear the dear Savior knocking, 
Knocking at the door of my heart today; 
I can not keep Him there longer waiting, 
I will open my heart without delay. 

Then lead me to the cross. 
To that dear Heart of Love, 
It was there that He hied for me. 

Then lead me to the cross; 

To that GREAT Heart of Love. 

It was there that He died for me. 



Cfte %atiior'0 Call 

O listen to the Savior's call. 

He calls for you and me; 
That call is clear and plain to all, 

And all His face shall see. 

All those who listen to His call 

Shall see His face of love; 
They at His woimded feet will fall, 

His outstretched hands above. 

He'll raise them from those wounded feet, 

With His dear hands of love. 
He'll take them to that glory seat 

Within His home above. 



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There they will sing redemption's song; 

The angels gathered round, 
Will listen to that blood washed throng; 

Their King His praise they sound. 

And all who will not hear His call, 

They, too, shall bend the knee ; 
They all before that King shall fall. 

And His stern face they'll see. 

Then from those eyes they'll shrink with fear 
And hear these words of doom, 

This voice again they all shall hear, 
"You turned me from my home." 

I came to make my home within. 

For you my life I gave; 
To cleanse your heart from every sin, 

And your dear life to save. 

You would not harken to my call. 

You would not let me in; 
I could not save you from the fall ; 

Now you must bear your sin. 



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(©oD'0 2DrDer anD J^armonp 



When these worlds were formed and placed in their 
course 

By the hand of that great Infinite One; 
He made law and order a primal force; 

By these agents all His great work was done. 

That net work of worlds up there in the sky, 

Each one in its own orbit is moving. 
While hither and thither they seem to fly, 

All know their own way; there is no roving. 

To find God's great laws we need not thus stray 
Among those far distant orbits to roam; 

While here His firm but harmonious sway 
Is seen through creation on earth, our home. 

God made the forest and placed there the tree, 
Oak, pine, and maple each in his own class. 

No changing by nature of class we see 

While all grow together, a friendly mass. 

God made the birds and taught them how to nest, 
The robin and sparrow, pigeon and wren. 

To retain their class and flock He thought best. 
And not change them through fish or beast to men. 

All over the earth the beasts have their lairs. 
In jungles and rocks, in grass, hole or cave. 

All in their own class, in droves or in pairs 
For home and safety, this knowledge God gave. 



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Sweet harmony reigns in all God's great laws; 

No changing by nature of class we see; 
Among all this order we see no flaws. 

No change through beast to man, from plant to tree. 

With all these great proofs before us each day. 
Nature not changing class or relation; 

Why Darwin's attempt to change God's own way, 
The Bible account of man's creation? 



Cf)oo0e gout ILife'0 motk for IBraton or 
IBmn. T3t Crue anD Clnoto It mtll 

The artist with palette and brush. 

To make his painting fair. 
The shades and how to blend 

those colors glowing there; 
Must have beside his hoard of paints 

the skill to mix them too. 
Without the artist's skill and touch 

that work he could not do. 

That engine on the track with rushing, 

rambling, shriek and roar, 
With cars well filled with life or freight, 

that passes us before. 
To build them all what care and skill 

those many hands must take 
In axle, wheel, of flange of steel 

find flaw or hidden break. 



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A man upon the farm must know 

the time to sow his grain. 
The soil prepare, irrigate, or catch 

the pleasant rain. 
When to plant, the months to grow 

and then the time to garner. 
He must know these things, or he 

could never be a farmer. 

The doctors know their many ways to 

find our every ill; 
Their medicines of many kinds in 

powder, liquid, pill 
To ease the aching pain within, 

or burning fever break. 
Such sickness as without their skill 

Our very life would take. 

The oculist with glass to fit 

to these strange eyes of ours. 
Those crystals that within contain 

corrected vision powers. 
He then must know to test these eyes 

with knowledge great and true. 
Or he would surely fail in all 

these wondrous things to do. 

The dentist, in each mouth must know 

where plate and teeth should meet. 
That we with pleasure may partake 

the many foods we eat. 
To make these, he must surely 

many months of training take. 
Or as a skilled successful dentist 

he would never make. 



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These verses now must end, but not for 

want of subjects more; 
A throng of them are waiting still 

outside my office door; 
To speak of all would take too much 

of valued time I fear, 
While crowding out some other thoughts 

that should be mentioned here. 

Choose your life's work for brawn or brain, 

be true and know it well; 
Your fortune and your work in after 

years will surely tell. 
To those who chance these lines to read 

while young and in your prime, 
At work or school, be this your golden rule, 

redeem the time. 



Cfte Lo\)ing €arD0 



God binds us all with loving cords 

To His dear home above ; 
There we shall hear our Savior's words 

And see His face of love. 

Our sons and daughters join the train 
Within that home of love; 

And there they sing a glad refrain 
While in those ranks they move. 



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Father, sister, or a brother, 

Now joins that heavenly throng; 

It may be a loving mother 
Who sings that glory song. 

Perhaps a friend who held the hand, 

A wife or husband dear. 
Is singing in that happy band 

With voice that sounds so clear. 

We too, may join that singing throng 
And touch our harps of gold; 

We too, may sing redemption's song 
Within our Savior's fold. 



iQature'0 l^iDDen motk 

Unpleasant things in nature's building here, 
God places them beyond the human sight; 

In nooks or corners they are hidden near. 
Behind the curtains of his darkest night. 

The sap which is the life blood of the tree 

Gathered from covered mould of mother earth. 

By uncouth roots all hidden there you see. 

Where nature's God gives all the trees their birth. 

From this come trees to breathe the sunlight air 
With bodies dressed in finely colored bark; 

Branches spread forth with leaves in shape so fair, 
A home for beasts, the robin and the lark. 



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Each year the blossoms, sweet, on branch and stem 
Far, far beyond the rarest work of art; 

Producmg food for beast or bird or men. 

The thought of these with joy should fill the heart. 

Kernels of corn, the seeds of grass or grain 
Contained within, the hidden germs of life. 

Abide in earth until moistened by the rain. 
Spring forth to ripen, for the reaper's knife. 

Each seed contains within that stalk or blade 
That waves majestic in the unseen breeze. 

Whose life within no man has ever seen. 

God makes this all for grain or grass or trees. 

The wondrous force of thought within the brain, 
Those throbs of life in every beating heart. 

Now from the cloud is shaped that drop of rain. 
Such things as these are God's, and not man's art. 

What's best for us God knows far more than we. 
That God who rules in earth and heaven above; 

Blessings in ills of life we do not see 

All things are made by this great God of love. 



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Those mountain peaks that stand so high 

In majesty of form, 
With snow capped heads that pierce the sky, 

They there must stand the storm. 

The storm king o'er them hurls his lash 

With nature's fiercest blow; 
They hear the roaring thunders crash, 

They see the lightning's glow. 

For down upon the smaller hills 

Or in the valleys low. 
There nature does not have these ills. 

They rarely feel his hlow. 

'Tis so with man; when fortune bright 

Bestows on him his crown. 
Some give to him a helping light. 

While others on him frown. 

Those men of worth who nations own 
Must meet great waves of wrath. 

That jealous men have round them thrown 
Which overflow their path. 

The most of us in valleys lie 

Below the storm -king's power; 
We would not be those peaks on high. 

We love the quiet bower. 



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Cake ©ff m JLiO 



Some men within our city fair 

Who for uncovering bid, 
Have called upon our Mayor there, 

And cried, "Take off the Lid." 

Now honest men like you and me, 

A reason we would know: 
If Lid is off, what things to see? 

What have they there to show? 

Some say: down town red lights should glow, 

That evil there might breed; 
There men and boys wild seed may sow 

And cultivate the weed. 

Throw open wide each dancing floor. 

With liquors there to quaff; 
We'll have those stringent laws no more; 

How Satan then will laugh! 

Then open wide each gambler's door, 

Near bars where liquor's sold; 
These two join hands upon one floor 

To gather in your gold. 

But more than that they gather in: 
Our manhood too, they drown; 

This is to us a greater sin. 

Which all true men must down. 



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Cafes that rarely have been beat 

To call the Devil up; 
He there with you will take a seat 

With you he then will sup. 

He draws that curtain on the door 
With hands and eyes aflame; 

Whiskies and wines he then will pour 
To cover up all shame. 

Is this the place for you and me? 

Who love the good and right? 
May these our city no more see, 

And our fair name to blight. 

To these shall we our children sell? 

That business may be bright? 
To feed with them the fires of hell. 

No! We shall stand for right. 



Salute to tfte Jf lag 

Thou flag of our country 
We salute thee today, 
Thou hast won an ovation 
From the heart of our nation 
And the homes of the free. 

Our flag is now waving 
In the breezes so high. 
With bright colors enduring 
That are always alluring 
Our sweet liberty on. 



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Each star brightly shining 

In thy field of deep blue 

Is a sign and a token 

Of a Union unbroken 

That dares stand for the right. 

Where hands of oppression 
Have left marks of foul stain, 
There our waving flag beckons 
And our liberty reckons 
That foul hand to destroy. 

We welcome thy waving 
That has beckoned us on 
To sweet Liberty's wooing 
And a monarch's undoing, 
Bringing Peace to the world. 



99p 90i00fon 

Though I am poor and weak and blind 

I love my Savior too; 
In earnest prayer I asked Him find 

Some work for me to do. 

Now God does answer earnest prayer 
From His dear home above; 

He tells us how and when and where 
To show our ardent love. 



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He answers in His God-like way 
That we His goodness show, 

The work He has for us each day 
That we in strength may grow. 

My prayer God answers in my need 
In ways I had not thought; 

He uses me to sow some seed 
His own dear Son has brought. 



Cfte Summer ^ftotoer 

The bright midsummer sun is beaming upon us 
With intense heat in its bright shining ray; 

The months of this season you will often find thus, 
And seek forest walks to shelter our way. 

The traveler with heated brow and coat on arm 
Passes the lowing herd in leafy shade, 

They have left their grassy slope on that hillside farm 
For the mountain stream and the cool, shady glade. 

The sun has reached Zenith in his journey of day. 
No breeze stirs below or moves leaf on high. 

Dark forms are now rising, they cross that hot sun's 
way 
His beams paint and gild their margins in sky. 

Beyond those bright margins we hear the thunders 
roar; 
The winds join the race, they rush on before; 
These lightnings in clouds now burn holes through 
their floor, 
There the storm dashing through knocks at your 
door. 



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Beasts, birds and men now seek shelter from the rain; 

While the storm comes in a steady downpour; 
The brooks form on hillside and grow broad in lane; 

The ground is well drenched and thirsty no more. 

Those dark clouds breaking, our sun shines through 
on the rain 

Forming that bow of promise, God given; 
Whose colors glow, through sky from hillside to lane, 

Bringing to earth some glory of heaven. 



Qgetcg anD MJratft 

Mercy, in haste she flew to gain 

A race with angel Wrath, 
Who scattered in a fiery rain 

Destruction in his path. 

To Sodom's city first she came. 
Where Lot and family dwelt; 

There Lot, we say it to his shame, 
God's words he had not felt. 

She hastened Lot to speed away 
With wife and children dear; 

For Wrath would come that very day, 
His fiery rain was near. 

Within this plain you must not stay. 
But to yon mountain flee; 

Nor backward look upon your way; 
Your safety forward see. 



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Just so with those on earth, who dwell 
God's words we lightly see; 

The Holy Spirit hastes to tell; 
To Christ for safety flee. 

Cast all your life on God's great love; 

He bore you on the cross, 
That we may dwell with Him above; 

And shall He suffer loss? 



Cfte Clock on tfte Q^antel 

Our clock on the mantel 
Is constantly clicking; 
Something has gone wrong 
When it ceases that ticking. 

The wheels move round and round 
Forced by a strong main spring; 
One hand shows minutes 
And the other hours bring. 

One hand moves round each hour, 
The other twice each day; 
Ticking has power 
To hasten time upon its way. 

Some clocks show on their face 
The weeks, the months, the years; 
Our time in passing 
Leaves in heart both joys and tears; 



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Let's mark our time with love, 
Kind words each day to give 
To those now longing; 
God so helping us to live. 

God too, He marks each time 
We speak those words of love; 
Each one is listed 
In that book He keeps above. 



Q^an, a Q^otJing Cotoer 

We are such a strangely moving tower 

In height of feet near six; 
With brain of wonder working power; 

Great things on earth to fix. 

Strong steel rails made fast to well laid ties 
Bind hill and vale and stream; 

Over these long trains in safety flies 
Forced on by strength of steam. 

Over these the merchant brings his store 

Of books and food or dress; 
Full enough for everyone and more; 

May all this bounty bless. 

Journeys we in joy or sorrow take 

For sickness, business, fun: 
Distance full four hundred miles we make 

Between the hours of sun. 



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Electric wires with great speed bring words 
From homes both far and near; 

Wings that have more speed than flight of birds 
Speak voices plain and clear. 

Buildings here three hundred feet in sky, 
Wood, steel, and stone and glass: 

Joined firmly in that steel structure high; 
A building called first class. 

Quickly step into the cage at door. 

It has not long to stay; 
It now speeds you to your office floor, 

Three seconds on your way. 

Autos' wheels from steel and rubber made. 

No horses these to pull. 
Upon the plain, on mountain grade 

We meet these autos full. 

Easy now on cushioned seats we ride; 

Those mile posts surely play. 
So swiftly by, they now seem to glide; 

Two hundred in a day. 

Autos strong, with freight all loaded high 

For stores along the way; 
Autos, that with you now seem to fly. 

All these we see today. 



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Marvels all, the many things we make 

All these for good or ill 
Buildings to house all these samples take 

Volumes their records fill. 



15linDne00 

To live within this darkest night 

Is, oh, so hard a thing; 
To walk by staff and not by sight 

Is in itself a sting. 

It came to me when years of light 
Had brightened every day; 

They came to me these years of night 
Oh! Will they always stay? 

These curtains drawn upon my day 
Have made this ceaseless night; 

Deep darkness covers all my way 
Dispelling nature's light. 

Within my home are those most dear, 
Family and friends I love; 

Their voices all I daily hear; 
I hear them round me move. 

When hand in hand our fingers cross 
With cheek and kiss to part, 

'Tis then I feel my keenest loss; 
Grief dries the tear at start. 



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Suppose a loved one gone away. 
For more than one long year, 

Had now with you one hour to stay; 
That one you loved so dear. 

The hours to meet is darkest night, 

No form or face to see; 
Such is my lot bereft of sight. 

How sad a thing for me. 



aEDen'0 ©arDen anD tbe JTall 

In Eden's garden first the place 
Where Eve and Adam dwelt; 

While there God met them face to face; 
They His great presence felt. 

No sin as yet had entered there. 

No thoughts of guilty fear; 
No anger with each other share, 

No sadness and no tear. 

Among them all one thought of love 
Was shared by bird or beast; 

The lion, leopard, and the dove 
Shared each their richest feast. 

Among them all there freely dwelt 

The man and woman fair; 
God's love they all so clearly felt, 

There was no thought of care. 



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God made the Eden upon our earth 

Where He delights to walk; 
To all He gives a happy birth, 

With Him they freely talk. 

They love to do His righteous will; 

The act brings sweetest joy; 
By this their hearts with pleasure thrill; 

There was no dark alloy. 

They rest beneath the spreading tree, 

So full of richest bloom ; 
Among them all no danger see. 

For all there is love and room. 

No chilling clouds above them fly 

To mar their sleep or fun; 
The moon and stars bedeck the sky; 

The day has golden sun. 

Among the hosts of God in Heaven, 

An angel fair and bright. 
Had in his heart ambitions leaven. 

That made him think it right. 

To share with God the rule each day. 
To share with Him the throne; 

This thought with him had come to stay; 
This made in Heaven the groan. 



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One third of all that heavenly host 

At his foul bidding came; 
These now are numbered with the lost; 

They bear that angel's shame. 

They fought with Heaven, that rebel host; 

Each was from there cast out; 
And now in regions damned are lost; 

With pain their only shout. 

Now Satan as through space did roam, 

Espied this garden fair; 
He saw within this happy home 

That loving human pair. 

Then Eve, with brazen face he sought, 

To disobey God's will; 
Then she to Adam gave the thought. 

Then both there ate their fill. 

And now from God they hid with shame 

While He for them did call; 
They feared to answer to their name, 

They felt within the fall. 

But God so loved the human race. 

He could not see them lost; 
There banished from the heavenly place. 

To dwell with Satan's host. 



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And now from Eden they must part. 

All life shall feel their sin; 
Decay and death must pierce the heart, 

And evil enter in. 

So He redeemed them from the fall 

By Christ, His Son of love; 
He pardons those who on Him call. 

They share His home above. 

Since man and woman caused the fall. 
Their sin must bear God's hate; 

Since death through them has entered all, 
Their suffering must be great. 

With His great heart He loves us still; 

To live with Him in Heaven; 
He has a place for us to fill. 

Love kills ambition's leaven. 



Jfountain0 of ^om 

To sing, is fountain's overflow 
Of thought that dwells within; 

The heart these passions feel or know 
Of righteousness or sin. 

When heart of fountain's clean and right 

The song will then accord; 
The singing will be full of light 

In thought or deed or word. 



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When fountain's full of thoughts that stain 

That overflow of thine 
Will bring that filth of ragtime strain; 

Heart's fount will keep in line. 

When fountain's full of fondest love 

The song will be the same; 
You hear in it the cooing dove; 

You feel that magic flame. 

If fountain's filled with things of past 

The song may be of home; 
Or it may come in wider blast 

Where thou delights to roam. 

If fountain's full of God's dear grace 

It's overflow will show 
The presence of his smiling face 

That makes your song to glow. 

God help me keep my fountain right; 

My song to others show; 
My thought point upward to the light, 

No other thoughts to know. 



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C&e J^ome of tfte TSlt^t 

O what shall I say of that city up there. 
Whose streets are all paved with the richest of gold? 
A city whose length, breadth and height four square, 
Whose light is the light of our Savior we're told. 

The people are robed in their garments of white; 
The texture is finer than silk, many fold; 
They glisten with brightness, that Savior's dear light. 
Whose light will shine on when eternity's old. 

They play on their harps and they march as they sing; 
Their anthems repeated again and again; 
Their story speaks of Jesus their Savior and King; 
All hear in their anthem that sweetest refrain. 

Now they pass in review their King on His throne; 
They cast their bright crowns at the dear Savior's 

feet; 
He smiles as He speaks in the gentlest of tone. 
While their thoughts, words and eyes in harmony 

meet. 

A smile on those faces, their steps are all light. 
No halting of limbs and no shortening of breath, 
No sickness, no sorrow, no failing of sight, 
No falling, no fainting, or stricken with death. 

They breathe sweetest balm from those trees in full 

bloom 
That grow on the banks of life's river so fair; 
That sky up above them has never a gloom. 
The sweetest and purest and richest of air. 



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O Heaven, dear Heaven, the home of the blest; 
Each mansion is full where bright pleasures abound, 
The home of contentment with Jesus as Guest; 
A home for this soul with my Savior is found. 



a Cl)ri0tian ^ome 

Father and Mother dear! 

The most revered names of the home; 
Their loved accents I hear; 

Floating down through the years they come. 

Like sweet odors they bring 

Memories of flowers that bloom; 

Our thoughts around them cling; 
Unyielding to others their room. 

What name can fill the place 

Of mother so loving and mild. 
That sweet and earnest face 

Pressed against the face of her child. 

Now see them in the hall. 

The mother and child as they play; 
She warns it not to fall 

As it laughingly runs away. 

Mother again we see 

With children all gathered around. 
The Bible on her knee, 

Her voice has the sweetest of sound. 



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She reads the story old 

How Jesus came this world to save; 
A truth worth more than gold; 

For us that precious life He gave. 

And now in prayer they kneel, 

Around her chair they bow each head, 

They there God's presence feel, 
They rise and kiss, then go to bed. 

And now as there they sleep 

That mother's form is seen above; 

She prays that He will keep 

These dear sweet forms, her ardent love. 

In morning hour they hear, 

That mother's voice they quickly heed 
Their love for mother dear 

They show in thought and word and deed. 

She now presides at board. 

Her hands prepared this frugal spread; 
The father thanks their Lord 

For her, the children and the bread. 



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©ur Darling 99otl)et, Hi. §>♦ 9* 



Our darling mother, U. S. A., 

Upon this bed of earth. 
Seven long years in trouble lay 

To give this nation birth. 

Washington's troops stood guard alway, 

Joy came at break of mom. 
For on that Independence Day 

Our Liberty was born. 

Those guards then raised their hands on high 

And pledged themselves anew, 
With her to live, for her to die. 

Those men were brave and true. 

And now we are this present year, 

A nation strongly grown, 
While in the countries far and near 

Our Liberty is known. 

Eight times ten millions hands on high, 

Now pledge themselves anew 
With her to live, for her to die, 

Our arms are strong and true. 

While millions bless our Mother fair, 

This honored U. S. A., 
For her our anthems fill the air 

Around the world today. 



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Though generations now have gone 

Since our first natal day, 
Old Glory still is waving on 

O'er Liberty's bright way. 

Then while we pledge each heart and hand 

To our loved U. S. A., 
To Mother, Home and Native Land, 

God smiles on us today. 



Cfte Clean0ing jTire 

Come, Holy Ghost, with cleansing fire 

And burn our dross of sin; 
Dissolve with heat our base desire 

And make us clean within. 

Cleanse Thou each part where Satan dwelt 

With his vile presence dark; 
Let Thy dear presence there be felt; 

Build flame from holy spark. 

Dispell the gloom of sin and death. 

These harbingers of woe, 
Breathe on us now. Thy precious breath 

And let it through us flow. 

We need this flame in every one 

To keep out sin's dark blast; 
Until life's work below is done. 

And sin and death is past. 



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Our Lord and Savior dwells in flame 

They tell it what to burn 
To these poor hearts of sin it came 

Us from all sin to turn. 

O, may this flaming pillar rest 

On us, Thy temples here; 
And may each heart in every breast, 

Desire to keep it near. 



Cfte ^olp Spirit 

Thou gem far more than mother earth 

Has ever garnered here; 
It came with Jesus at His birth 

And shines so full and clear. 

It got its brightness up in heaven 

As Jesus came away; 
By Father, to the Son 'twas given 

To make our perfect day. 

Now it shines within our darkest night 

While in the world below; 
Here it makes our way both clear and bright 

It gives a radiant glow. 

It now is shining in every heart 

And takes its weight of woe; 
Now taking it all, in every part, 

No matter where we go. 



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It shines within us a glow of love; 

It shines on every one; 
And it points the way to heaven above 

When work on earth is done. 

Bright shining within this gem of light 
Before the throne of heaven; 

You will hear it in that presence bright, 
My name by Jesus given. 

Christ then gave His life to have me there 

To answer to that name; 
That I might with Him, His glory share 

That Heaven from which He came. 



CJ)ank0git)ing 

The President of these United States has appointed 
this day as one of national thanksgiving, during the 
year, but our Heavenly Father has appointed every 
day of the year as the Christian's National Thanks- 
giving. Among the many things we as Christians 
thank God for, the following verses speak of but a 
small number. 

We thank God for the sun of day 

That gives us heat and light; 
We thank Him for the milder ray. 

Those moon beams of the night. 



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We thank Him for the vaulted sky- 
Where stars their vigils keep, 

We thank Him for the clouds that fly 
And joyful raindrops' weep. 

We thank Him for the flowers that bloom; 

Their perfume fills the air; 
We thank Him that this earth's their room, 

This world they make so fair. 

We thank Him for the tree and vine 

With luscious fruits for all; 
We thank Him for their flavor fine 

From winter, through the fall. 

We thank Him for the power of mind 

That makes us first on earth; 
All life on earth with it we bind; 

God gives no higher birth. 

We thank Him that He joins with mind 

His revelations given; 
They help us in this home to find 

A purer home in heaven. 

I thank Him that I let Him in 

No more from me to part; 
He cleansed me from my every sin 

And sanctified my heart. 



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Cfte Capture 

Oh what has awakened these pulse beats of love, 

That fills the redeemed ones today, 
And flows to our hearts from the regions above! 

Each eye is now looking that way. 

Our sky now lights up with a glory untold. 

While sounds of rejoicing we hear; 
The joy in our hearts is increased many fold; 

From heralds these words now sound clear. 

Oh Bride, are you ready? Your Bridegroom draws 
near; 

Yes, hasten. He's coming today; 
I'm robed and I'm waiting to welcome my dear 

And in His loved presence to stay. 

My home He has chosen with streets paved with gold 

In city prepared for the blest, 
Where smiles are on faces that never grow old. 

His presence is sweetest of rest. 

Chorus: 
The bridegroom is coming, his trumpet is sounding, 
And the bride is now ready, to wed him today. 



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CftilDten 

Each child brings light and sunshine 

Around the parent's knee; 
They are the sweetest blossoms 

Upon our family tree. 

They fill to fullest measure 

Our hearts with hope and joy; 

They are among our treasures, 
Pure gems without alloy. 

Some come and dwell among us 
To fill our hearts with love. 

And then pass on before us. 
To dwell in Heaven above. 

There we can see them watching 

Upon that Golden Shore, 
While waiting for our landing. 

Where parting is no more. 

Oh parents, are you trusting 

Upon life's rolling wave. 
The Holy Spirit's guidance 

And Christ enthroned to save? 

Then you shall have the blossom 

Again upon your breast. 
Where hearts with love are blended. 

Creating perfect rest. 



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The sun in coming brings the light 
But in departing brings the night. 

Tomorrow brings our own today 
But yester-night steals them away. 

Young men step quickly on life's stage 
But slow, and bending, leave with age. 

Hope looks ahead from its tomorrow 
But yesterday is full of sorrow. 

Joy comes and brings his wish today 
But sorrow sends it on its way. 

Wealth helps us earthly pleasures choose 
With poverty these joys we lose. 

If cloud sends rain to turn the mill 
That rain in fog must climb the hill. 

This life shall end in peace above 
If in this life we have God's love. 



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Cf)ri0tma0 



The Christmas day has come once more, 

Of all our days, the peer 
And as it opens now this day 

It brings with it good cheer. 

Our happy children laugh and play 
With toys that Santa's given; 

This sure to them is one sweet day 
Transplanted here from heaven. 

Our girls their faces all aglow 

With joy that fills the heart. 
Come with their presents you to show, 

Their doll must have first part. 

Its sleeping eyes with hair above 

Its sweetly smiling face. 
That fills the ardent girl with love; 

That doll has every grace. 

Here mother's love in child is shown 

Developing each year. 
This child to woman now is grown; 

That love shines bright and clear. 

A mother's arms with love entwine 
Greater gift than Santa's given; 

She says, "Come see this child of mine," 
God's gift to me from heaven. 



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With drum, with engine and with train 

Joy fills the boyish heart; 
From child to manly brawn and brain, 

Gives strength for man's great part. 

Rich laurels on this earth to win, 

May we these laurels grow 
From seed that childhood's sown within; 

Man's richer fruitage show. 

But Christmas brought a greater joy 

To every one of earth; 
A gift from God without alloy; 

It was our Savior's birth. 

Angels as heralds with Him came 
To Bethlehem's town that day; 

The shepherds heard that sweetest name, 
From angels on their way. 

This gift from God's great love is given, 

Our hearts to dwell within; 
Then go with us from earth to heaven; 

He saves us from all sin. 



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Cfte ©un of Kisl)teou0ne0^ 

The sun of righteousness shines bright, 

Encircling earth today; 
Diffusing peace and joy and light. 

Within this house of clay. 

It warms the soul within the heart 
From God's dear flame to grow; 

It waters every tiny part. 
The buds begin to show. 

Bright blossoms now from buds we see 

Colored from heaven above ; 
They cover every branch of tree, 

The sunlight of God's love. 

These blossoms too must fall and fade, 
That fruit on branch may show; 

That trees like these our God has made. 
In multitudes to grow. 

And when each tree has filled its part 
With fruitage God has given. 

He will transplant them with each heart, 
To bloom again in heaven. 



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©oD in tfte l^uman i^eart 

God's presence in the human heart 
Brings sweetest joy within; 

It cleanses us in every part 
And drives out every sin. 

Our Savior with His scourge of cords 
Cleansed Jewish temple there; 

And us with equal scourge of words 
Our hearts He does not spare. 

Our hearts, a den of temple thieves 

As to that temple came; 
He drives them out and then he leaves 

Above the door his name. 

Hallelujah! to His great power 

To drive our sins away; 
Refreshing more than summer shower 

Upon a heated day. 



Wiinttt 

The winter comes with his blanket of snow; 

He spreads over this frozen earth; 
Plant life thus covered refuses to grow 

Until spring shall renew its birth. 

The birds in large flocks have sped on the wing 

Far away from the steel grey sky; 
To stay away till the call of the spring 

Shall hear again their welcome cry. 



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Jack Frost with diamonds all glittering bright 
When kissed by the winter sun's ray; 

The sleigh riders' joy, those sparkles of light. 
As through them they dash on their way. 

The sky train loaded with crystals of snow. 

Now pass on its journey this way; 
The wind his breath on that train he doth blow, 

To scatter those crystals in play. 

They whirl and glide from that train through the air 

They cover all nature so deep. 
Till spring, with its breath so warm and so fair. 

Shall waken this nature from sleep. 

Each season of year whichever thou art — 

An angel their records shall keep; 
Some one of earth, when time shall come to part. 

Shall tears for thee, at parting weep. 

Winter, though hiding the flowers from view. 

He etches plant forms on the glass. 
Spring shall again her bright colors renew; 

Jack's colors, on flowers, shall mass. 



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C{)ri0t ©ur ©atoior 

Oh, why the throngs that press around 
This man of loving face and frame? 

Palm leaves before Him strew the ground 
While loud they shout a Savior's name. 

First He a child, in manger lay, 

A child that came from heaven above; 

He came our sinful debts to pay; 

That gave this child His name of love. 

The Magi from the farthest East, 

Came with their gifts both rich and rare; 

They came with joy as to a feast; 

This child as host to meet them there. 

This child in temple next is found; 

He answers questions on the law; 
Those Doctors find them true and sound; 

Among them all there is no flaw. 

Then next, though guest, at wedding fine 
He all those pots with water filled 

Then from them drew the rarest wine. 
For Christ our Savior thus had willed. 

Then thousands to a mountain came 
To hear the Savior's words so rare; 

On sea and land He's just the same; 
To all He shows a loving care. 



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Five loaves with three small fishes feed 
Six thousand on that banquet day; 

With these Christ satisfies their need. 
With naught but gratitude they pay. 

On Galilee is seen His form 

By anxious ones on ship that night; 

He speaks the word that stills the storm 
And filled those anxious hearts with light. 

His power in temple now we see 

With scourge of cords and eyes aflame; 

Those money changers from Him flee, 
They tremble at His righteous name. 

He speaks, and lo, the deaf can hear. 
The lame can walk, the blind can see, 

In darkness feel His presence dear. 
He gives His life for you and me. 

He brings Lazarus from the grave. 
Restored to friends and sisters dear; 

His voice has power from death to save 
And all, though dead. His voice shall hear. 

He goes with death, that dreaded foe. 

But grave lacks strength to keep Him there; 

He breaks death's bars, they let Him go; 
We all with Him that strength shall share. 



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€:tibmt to ^u anD 9^r0* OE* €♦ Cj)oma0 



Tribute from Mr. L. Santee to Mr. and Mrs. E. C. 
Thomas in this their hour of bereavement, also in 
memory of Cecil Santee, our only son. 

Our boy, our blossom, God's own flower; 

We all had learned to love; 
Our Father wants him in His bower 

Within His home above. 

He's now within that heavenly place; 

This earth he shall not roam; 
He's gone to see the Savior's face 

And there shall be his home. 

He wants us too, these hearts that rove 

He binds with silken cord. 
That we may see His face of love 

Our Savior, Father, Lord. 

God knows for all the very best 

What He for us should do; 
He's gone to dwell among the blest; 

He's waiting there for you. 



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Cfte Counttp ©irl 



The country girl with shoulders square, 

A bright and smiling face, 
No paint, nor powder, needed there. 

Yet full of woman's grace. 

She sings at work from morn till night, 

A happy girl you see. 
She rises with the morning light, 

With birds and honey-bee. 

She cooks the meal and bakes the bread. 
She cleans with mop and broom. 

On cot and bed the covers spread. 
In every sleeping room. 

From garden grand and berry patch, 

She gathers crimson store; 
Her cheeks and lips and berries match. 

We always ask for more. 

As royal queen her house and home. 
With friends and neighbors share; 

She smiles to see her lover come; 
They are a handsome pair. 

We know their troth by sparkling ring. 

Upon her finger there; 
That soon the wedding bells shall bring. 

One life for them to share. 



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Cfte Countrg IBog 



His pants rolled up, the country boy. 
His feet both bare and brown. 

He breathes pure air, a greater joy. 
Than those who live in town. 

He knows each flower and blossom rare. 
Their perfume on the breeze; 

He worships God who placed them there 
On stem and branch of trees. 

He knows the birds, their eggs and nest, 

Their color, form, and food; 
What kind of food they like the best. 

And when the time to brood. 

Squirrels with streets on branch of trees. 
He knows their holes and haunts. 

Their richest store of nuts he sees. 
Their food for daily wants. 

They chatter, talk and scold him there. 

When in their leafy bower. 
Their children, too, they watch with care. 

They know his might and power. 

With gun and dog he tracks to lair. 

The fox, the deer, the coon. 
He knows the time to find the pair. 

At morning, night or noon. 



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On Sunday in his parent's pew 

He rev'rent bows the knee. 
He reads the scriptures, old and new, 

And friends and neighbors see. 

Now with firm hand he plows the field 

For corn or waving grain, 
He knows the soil where best it yield 

In sunshine, air, and rain. 

In leisure hours he fills with thought 

The storehouse of the head; 
He knows that it cannot be bought, 

Yet with it, all are led. 

And when the call for brains that tower 
For judge, or church, or state. 

You find this boy, now man with power, 
To enter choicest gate. 



Cfte Cl)ri0tian'0 ^afifiatft 

This peaceful, blessed, Sabbath day, 
To those of Holy thought; 

In church we listen, sing and pray; 
These hours cannot be bought. 

They come to us from heaven above, 
God freely sends them here. 

That we may have a Savior's love, 
And always feel Him near. 



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We read within God's holy book, 
How Christ from heaven came. 

And how our sins He freely took. 
And suffered for our shame. 

That we escape from Adam's fall, 

Repentance God has given, 
That you and I both one and all. 

May dwell with Him in heaven. 

A peaceful day. Oh happy hour, 

God sent this day of rest. 
That we might learn redemption's power, 

And be with wisdom blest. 



Thus far the Lord has led my way 

In poetry and prose; 
He tells me when and what to say, 

He shows me which to choose. 

I asked from Him at very start. 

Though blind, some work to share; 

He placed this work upon my heart. 
He made this book my care. 

Our God who gives us light by day 
Will leave us not in night. 

For He that guides us on our way, 
Will bring again the light. 



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God knows just how our work shall end 

Before He lets us build; 
He knows just when and what to send, 

He shows us how to gild. 

Then with it all He sends us light 

To shine upon each day; 
He shows to us each vision bright; 

God knows the perfect day. 



Cribute Jfrom J^er parents to 9@r$. i^orace 
Dunne Opon ^tt TBirtftDap, 1916 

Blessings she brought us when she came, 

A child of loving face; 
We chose for her a queenly name. 

That name is Edna Grace. 

She is the first of seven pearls; 

True wealth for man and wife, 
One boy alone, and six dear girls 

That came to bless our life. 

Two pearls with us have ceased to shine 

Among those seven now, 
God, Thou hast chosen them for Thine, 

To shine upon Thy brow. 

She gave her life to one of worth; 

They are our hope and stay. 
These two through sweet affection's birth. 

Are with us here today. 



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Their life was not from us to roam 
To seek the fount of love, 

They found it in our humble home; 
God sent it from above. 

May we their presence ever feel 
While here on earth we stay, 

'Till God transfers our love and zeal 
To His eternal day. 



iQeto gear Resolutions 

Now memory hangs upon this day; 

The fir&t great day of all the years 
Those many vows we failed to pay. 

That should have dried our unshed tears. 

We learned the way that we should guide 
Life's boat on ocean's broad domain. 

We learned where we should safely ride; 
And when our hands and oars refrain. 

But passion whispered in our ears, 
"Why linger here those debts to pay? 

The storm clouds that create your fears 
Are many, many hours away." 

Thought danger broods these rolling waves 
Where lightnings flash and thunders roar 

Why need you fear those watery graves 
So far from danger's open door?" 



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While passions hand each holds as mine 
Our fleeting hours have quickly sped 

That cloud envelops me and thine, 
Our pleasures have forever fled. 

When resolutions are too weak 
For us these passions to withstand, 

God's power alone we then should seek 
To save us from fair passion's hand. 

God's hand will guide us day by day, 
Each rolling wave to safely cross; 

For, with His guidance on our way. 
He will not let us suffer loss. 



SDur €ountrp'0 piea for Ligfit 

Oh! Wilson, now to you, we pray. 
Dispel this darkness from our way: 

Why legislate for "The Big Four." 
A shorter day with wages more? 

Why make for them an Eight-hour Day, 
And then command a Ten-Hour Pay? 

While others work ten hours or more. 

All through our land from shore to shore. 

Should laws be made for part, not all; 
Do thus you stand, or with them fall? 

Then why these Four, and Eight-Hour day: 
And still command a Ten-Hour Pay? 



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Eepuftlican Democracy 

Democracy engraved its name 

Upon the nations wide; 
Across the scroll of honored fame, 

Upon life's onward tide. 

This name has come to dwell on earth. 

From out a clouded sky; 
Sweet Liberty, that gave it birth. 

Now leads to realms on High. 

Monarchs had ruled these nations long. 

Their scepter, self-desire, 
Had kindled flames of lust and wrong, 

These flames of brimstone fire. 

They kindled here the monarch's strife 

For lust and self -renown; 
They sapped great nations' strength and life, 

To wear a monarch's crown. 

To commerce, wealth, and labor, came 
These flames for greed and lust; 

The hardened conscience feels no shame; 
We know not whom to trust. 

Democracy has come to reign. 

Its scepter shining bright. 
To purge from earth the monarch's stain. 

With beams of purer light. 



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This light creates Hope, Faith, and Love, 

From Holy City bright; 
It comes from Christ, who dwells above; 

He is the purest light. 



Cnfiute to 9^u a* % ©regg 

Written in memory of Mr. A. J. Gregg who died in 
his eighty-fourth year. 

Again that messenger has come 

With his relentless power. 
We see his hand upon the fruit 

The blossom and the flower. 

We feel the loss when called to part 

From those we love so dear; 
We feel that hand now cold and still; 

We shed the silent tear. 

But God knows what is just the best 

For him and you and me. 
God grant that we who linger here 

His love in all may see. 

Nature again receives this clay: 

She claimed this right at birth, 
Till Christ His bride shall come to call 

From out these graves of earth. 

The spirit then shall join this clay 

To dwell in mansions bright. 
Within that kingdom of the blest. 

Where Christ shall be the light. 



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Jfa0ting 



O ! may we learn to f a&t as well 
As feast while here on earth, 

For fasting never fails to tell 
Of souls of priceless worth. 

Our Savior taught this while here he 
Dwelt in these realms below; 

The spirit will then feel more clear; 
His grace to overflow. 

Our pampered bodies slothful lie 

When it is overfed 
Our spirits coming from the sky, 

With it can scarcely wed. 

Then let us turn from passions here 

To things of greater state. 
The spirit will then feel more clear; 

These bodies here to mate. 



Cfte JKing'0 Dream auD Danier^ l?i0ipn 

The wisdom God gave 
To Daniel of old, 
Was richer by far 
Than silver or gold. 

None could interpret 
The dream of the king, 
But Daniel gave both 
The meaning and thing. 



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An image he saw 
In vision that day, 
With head of fine gold. 
The toes made of clay. 

The arms were silver, 

The body of brass. 

With legs of iron 

Whose strength seemed to pass. 

This image and parts, 
A story it told 
Of nations with arts 
So strong and so bold. 

A stone smoothly cut 
In strength without hand. 
Smote this great image 
That could not withstand. 

This image was ground 
To powder and dust 
That wind carried ofif 
With favoring gust. 

And still it rolls on, 
This wonderful stone; 
Which is Christ's kingdom 
And in it His throne. 



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Christians are watching 
The dawn of the day 
When Jesus shall come 
To take us away. 

The feast is prepared 
For Bridegroom and bride; 
As bride in heaven 
We sit by His side. 

How many Christians here today 
Within this sacred place, 
Would willingly with Daniel pay 
His price to feel God's grace. 

Three weeks in mourning Daniel passed, 

Upon that river's brink. 

No meat or pleasant food in fast, 

No pleasure in his drink. 

A wondrous person there he saw 
Within this vision old, 
In linen dress without a flaw 
With belt of purest gold. 

His face shone with the lightning's glow 
That through the storm clouds fly. 
His eyes much brighter now doth show 
Than stars in winter's sky. 



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His arms and feet as sun on glass 

In glowing beauty shone; 

Those arms and feet were polished brass. 

His body Beryl stone. 

While on this person he did look 

His friends from there had sped, 

For though his limbs with trembling shook 

With greater fear they fled. 

Should God with us be pleased to speak 
Though but a whispered call, 
We, too, like Daniel would grow weak 
And on our face would fall. 

Now, when He bids us rise to stand 
As Daniel did that day. 
He gives to us His helping hand 
When we in earnest pray. 



These verses were written to comfort the bereaved 
hearts of a daughter and son in law, whose child's 
birth, life and death all happened in one day. 

One day, God gave our darling one 

One day for us to love; 
That day his work below was done 

And now he lives above. 

A silken cord hangs down to earth 

Through baby fingers given 
God placed it there at darling's birth 

Our stairs from earth to heaven. 



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His hands are pure as spotless snow, 

They beckon us up there; 
If God's dear presence in us glow 

We his bright home may share. 

Thou God can cleanse each heart as white 

As our dear, sinless boy; 
We then with him may dwell in light 

And share his ceaseless joy. 



Cime anD dBternttp 

Christians, though we have our troubles in this world 

as we pass by 
There's a glory time awaiting, just beyond that sunlit 

sky. 

When we reach that land of promise by the Father 

to us given. 
We have passed the swelling Jordan when we reach 

that glory heaven. 

There we'll dwell in brightest mansions in that city 

of God's love; 
And we'll walk those golden pavements in that city 

there above. 

Christians then who've crossed the Jordan there shall 

meet each happy one. 
Through this wilderness of earth, our journey, now 

to heaven is done. 



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As freely ransomed Christians 
While marching here we sing, 
With Christ our royal leader, 
Otir Savior and our King. 

His banner waving o'er us. 
His highway for our feet, 
With Jesus marching onward. 
Our victory is complete. 

He speaks such words of comfort, 
His presence makes us strong; 
With Jesus leading onward 
We cannot suffer wrong. 

The lonely wand'ring Christian 
Sees lions near the street; 
He hears their growls and roarings. 
He fears with them to meet. 

He's lofft the sight of Jesus, 
He's fearful of his way; 
He does not feel God's presence, 
Nor hear His words today. 

O, lonely wand'ring Christian, 

Keep step with Jesus dear; 

You want His strengthening presence, 

You need Him always near. 

Then while we're marching onward 
How happy we will sing; 
With Jesus as our leader. 
Our Savior and our King. 



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pealing in tfte Coucj) 

We may see our Savior on His throne 

And touch the hem of His garment there; 

We can feel His virtue and His love 

With hands of faith, and the arms of prayer 

O help us, dear Lord, in faith to touch; 

With the touch of that woman of old; 
We would rather have her faith and touch, 

Than the touch that increases our gold. 

There was healing in her faithful touch 
Of the hem of His garment that day; 

There is healing now in every touch; 
May we touch Him by faith as we pray. 



f^t §)peab0 

God speaks to me in words divine. 

In words of ardent love; 
That He may bring this life of mine 

To live in heaven above. 

I know that voice, I know it well, 
I've heard it times before. 

When Jesus came my soul to tell, 
He stood before its door. 

I did not let Him in at first, 

I loved the worldly way; 
I had not learned for Him to thirst, 

I would not let Him stay. 



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But, oh, the richness of His love 

My Savior shows for me; 
Again He guides these souls that rove 

In purer ways to move. 

He speaks with words so kindly then 

To guide the better way; 
He knows we all shall feel it, when 

We come with Him to stay. 

We hear His voice, we see His face, 
So loving, meek and mild; 

He leads us to His heavenly place. 
The lost and wandering child. 



marp anD moot 

Again sweet harmony has boiuid 

The faithful heart to heart. 
Who wandering long at last have found 

They could not live apart. 

God gives each life its counterpart 

While in this world below; 
United with both hand and heart 

Together they should grow. 

May peace and plenty always find 

A home beneath your roof; 
These are the golden threads that bind. 

We call them warp and woof. 



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l^ome 



Our home, O that dear place, 

How memory clings to thee; 
The house, the rooms and each dear face 

Though absent still we see. 

We see our loved ones there 

Around a mother's knee; 
Watched over by a father's care 

Beneath that family tree. 

They work, they play, they sing, 

From morn to close of day; 
Within that house their laughter ring 

Which never fades away. 

With friends and neighbors there. 

The household gathered in, 
That home with them their pleasures share. 

Such revels have no sin. 

How sweet to think of home 

And those dear days gone by. 
When up and down through earth we roam 

Our thoughts will homeward fly. 

Now youth has come to dwell 

Beneath the parent roof; 
Two loving hearts that plainly tell 

From love they are not proof. 



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The Parson ties a knot 

That binds two hearts together; 
O, may these loves and sacred spot 

Be as one love forever. 

A home these hearts now build 

Assisted by God's grace; 
A home with joyous laughter filled; 

We see the childish face. 

God builds these homes of earth; 

Great joy to them is given; 
So full of joy and love and mirth 

A foretaste here of heaven. 



Ditiine Lotoe 

Thy love, great God, by far exceeding, 
All love that we on earth may know, 

Unless we have that second breeding. 
That Jesus came on earth to show. 

Thy love, great God, from heaven descending, 
Along with earth-love here to dwell. 

Within our hearts that sacred blending. 
Oh, who can fail sweet love to tell. 

Before us flows this mighty river. 

In it we plunge, but can not cross, 
It flows from God that gracious giver, 

Without it, oh, how great our loss. 



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Then may we all from its bank plunge, in, 
This stream so long, so deep, and wide, 

It will cleanse us all from every sin. 
Our heavenly home stands by its side. 



announcement 

Two cooing doves a short time dwelt, 

Within our family tree. 
Within their hearts they surely felt. 

What we could plainly see. 

'Twas sweet to see the stronger wing, 

Support his birdie fair; 
He was to her a faithful king. 

She was his loving care. 

Behind his wing two faces hide. 
But shadows through it show. 

Two beaks have met, but not to chide. 
Secrets will out, you know. 

Now lady birds with her may play. 
While he in southlands roam. 

But soon will come their happy day 
When he will take her home. 



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announcement 

The following verses contain two meanings: The 
first meaning as written; the second meaning can be 
obtained by reading the word and part of words 
underscored as proper names: The verses were sug- 
gested by the marriage of Miss L. P. Dunne to Mr. 
R. E. Wise. 

Two names together just have crossed, 

Into love's brightest glade, 
One name to us shall now be lost. 

For they in one are made. 

Fate thought it Wise these names should be, 

Close blended into one. 
The name we lost you here can see. 

Before this work was Done. 

How Wise the future years may show. 

To these around the hearth. 
What otherK;ise should upward grow. 

To fill this home with mirth. 



Cfte Cro00ing 

I stood upon the curbing; 
I feared to cross the street. 
For in my perfect blindness, 
I feared what I might meet. 

But while I stood there doubting 
I heard a sweet voice say, 
'The street is clear before you, 
Come straight across this way." 



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I crossed it then, not doubting; 
A hand took hold my arm; 
My feet had made the crossing; 
I did not suffer harm. 

O! Christian, are you doubting? 
Is darkness on your day? 
Your Father's voice is calling, 
'Come! doubting child, this way.' 



mife's T5itt|)Dap 



The budding branch in rain and shower 
Unfolds a leaf or blossom there. 

Displaying nature's spring time flower 
With a Creator's loving care. 

And now the home within that tree 
This flowing joy of life has felt; 

The passing years all turn to see 

This lovely home where once they dwelt. 

Our birthdays with increasing years 
Cannot dissolve this pleasant view 

But through life's pleasures, griefs and fears 
That view fills us with courage new. 



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\^t JFill0 9ip Kan^omeD @oul 



I could not see the Savior's face 
Through all my sinful darkness; 
But now that face within my heart 
Shines on my ransomed soul; 
O! I must shout Hallelujah!! 
His face shines in my soul. 

I would not hear my Savior's voice 
While in my sinful darkness; 
But now I hear His loving voice 
Speak to my ransomed soul; 
O! I must shout Hallelujah!! 
His voice speaks to my soul. 

I would not take my Savior's hand 
While in my sinful darkness; 
But now that hand within my heart 
Directs my ransomed soul; 
O! I must shout Hallelujah!! 
His hand directs my soul. 

I did not hear the Father's voice 

While in my sinful darkness; 

But now His voice speaks to my heart. 

And fills my ransomed soul; 

O! I must shout Hallelujah!! 

His voice now fills my soul. 



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T5or}y anD Spirit 

The spirits know where bodies lie 

Within the silent grave; 
Again shall come from yonder sky 

The life those bodies gave. 

Then God shall break the seal of death 

And roll its stone away; 
Again shall come new life and breath 

Within this silent clay. 

These bodies then redeemed shall rise 

To dwell with God above; 
To live with Christ above the skies 

In His dear home of love. 

God's children then shall feel no pain, 
Nor wear the winding shroud; 

When Christ shall come to earth again 
Within that shining cloud. 

These bodies then with life and breath, 

In majesty sublime, 
Shall triumph over grave and death 

And live through endless time. 



i^e (©uiDe0 arigftt 

Christ's voice in sweetest cadence breaks 

Like waves on sandy shore; 
The heart is stirred, the soul awakes, 

We listen then for more. 

The summer's gentle cooling breeze 

Comes on the twilight air; 
We hear it moving in the trees. 

In form and voice so fair. 

God gives the sun to light our day. 
He sends the moon at night; 

To guide your footsteps on their way. 
He always guides aright. 



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The birds know signs of coming day, 

The closing of the night; 
They know the sun is on its way, 

By streak of morning light. 

New buds that make the forest grey 
Are signs of coming spring; 

They know the season on its way. 
Green leaves those buds shall bring. 

The blossoms all so fair and bright 
Are signs of fruitage there; 

They make the years and steps so light. 
They drive away dull care. 



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The twilight at the close of day- 
Is sign of coming night; 

They tell us sun has given way 
To moon and stars less bright. 

The sighing grass, the waving grain 
Are signs that summer's near; 

They tell us clouds with shower and rain 
Gives way to sunshine clear. 

The falling leaves, the cooling breeze. 

Are signs that fall is near; 
The branches on those leafless trees 

Are now both brown and sere. 

The child our hope, our life, our light. 

Are signs of coming day; 
When by their wisdom, love and might. 

Great nations they may sway. 

His love within each human heart 

Are signs from God above. 
That by His grace we all may rest 

Within His home of love. 



The Author, Mr. L. Santee, dedicates the following 
lines to Mr. and Mrs. L. B. Gallagher for their kind 
and liberal assistance which has enabled him to place 
this volume in typewritten form: 

Blest memories return to us, 

Along the highway of our life; 

Our thoughts are words and these of love, 

Sweetens this world of bitter strife. 



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Though rough and cold this rugged road, 
Along this winding upward way; 
Kind deeds are buds that open here 
To blossom through eternal day. 

THE AUTHOR. 



Cfte ^ome of tfte Spirit 

Brain is the home of thought or mind 
The place where spirits dwell; 

Each spirit can its body find, 
Its shape and substance tell. 

The Spirit needs no wings in flight 
To bring the two together; 

Nothing can hinder its clear sight; 
No fogs or fftormy weather. 

The mountains high may bar our light; 

Or oceans wide may sever; 
The spirit has a clearer sight, 

Such things can hinder never. 



How sweet thy presence, Mother Dear, 
To those around thy hearth; 

They watch thy footsteps year by year; 
This day that gave thee birth. 

When first we saw thy loving face 
While bending o'er our bed; 

We saw thy sweetness, love and grace; 
A halo round thy head. 



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From baby's face to youth full grown 
Our eyes shall watch for thee; 

That love which thou in us have sown, 
Rich fruitage thou shalt see. 

These numbering birthdays year by year 

So swiftly pass away; 
But love's sweet fruitage pure and clear, 

Has come with thee to stay. 



Cf)ing0 mt ^atoe Cftougftt anD Done 

They say we once carried 
A stone in the sack. 
To balance the grist 
Upon the horse's back. 

Then we cut a large hole 
For the dog in the door. 
Then for the small dog 
Cut another hole more. 

Should a ship sail onward 
Across the ocean. 
That she would fall off 
Was one time our notion. 

If this huge earth is round 
Just like a great ball. 
All things underneath, 
Must assuredly fall. 



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That our first parents grew 
From seed in the earth. 
Then afterwards came 
All their children by birth. 

Please excuse, dear reader. 
This strange digression; 
For from these have come 
Our broader progression. 



)unDag ^cftool CftilDren's! Dap in 
Cfturcl) 

We hear the sound of music, 
We see the tramping feet, 
A youthful army's passing 
Just before my seat. 

Why all these happy faces. 
With smiles so clear and bright? 
Oh! they're recruits for Jesus, 
The army of the light. 

They are to take the places. 
Of those in service here, 
When we shall hear the roll call 
To muster over there. 



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ge 15uilDer0 

Oh! ye builders, are you ready? 
Have you chosen wise and well? 
For this work you now are building 
In eternity will tell. 

Have you chosen for foundation 
Christ our Savior and our Lord? 
All the others will prove worthless; 
Only Christ and God's dear word. 

You must use God's word in building. 
With our Christ as priceless gem, 
For to stand the test of fire 
You must have the two of them. 



CJ)e IBlinD 0^m 

Although you were busy 
With muscle and brain 
From early this morning 
Through sunshine and rain. 

Your work seemed not irksome 
We know by your song 
Your face went on beaming 
While righting the wrong. 

Your day at last finished 
While dinner is slow 
Your ways are entrancing 
No anger you show. 



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Though misfortune befall 
Whatever your fate 
Your voice is so cheering 
As patient you wait. 

Though sickness befall you 
With darkness without 
That joy reigns within you 
You leave us no doubt. 



We hear no complaining 
Though rough be the road, 
Your peace is maintaining 
Whatever the load. 

Now where is your strength from 
That keeps you this way 
From morning to night time 
Through every long day. 

The scriptures you answer, 
God's light on my way; 
Flows over my measure. 
As daily I pray. 



To me they are priceless, 
Far richer than gold; 
A love so inspiring, 
Can never be told. 

Go drink at that fountain, 
So full and so free; 
That fountain is flowing, 
For you and for me. 



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Though darkness enshrouds me, 
My life one long night; 
This temple's God's dwelling, 
Our Savior, the light. 

Written by the Author, at seventy, after seven years 
of total blindness. 



mtitttn 6p tfte 9utf)or 

The following verses are a tribute of respect from 
the Author to two young girls who frequently assisted 
him on his way. 

I hear their joyous laughter. 
Their voices clear and sweet; 
They're running now to greet me. 
I hear their youthful feet. 

They would out-do each other. 
When Agnes and Vergie meet. 
To guide my wandering footsteps. 
Along the chosen street. 

Their hearts are light and joyous, 
As birds upon the wing; 
Or when, in leafy bowers. 
These birds, there, chirp and sing. 

These acts of sweetest pleasure, 
Such youthful hearts to move. 
Is the o'erflowing measrure. 
Of God's great, boundless love. 



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^Before gou J^ote 3iu0t Count tfte Co0t 

Before you vote just count the cost, 
The cost both pro and con; 
But count it all, both great and small, 
Before your vote is cast. 

Would selfish ends your vote obtain, 
Refuse to cast it there; 
For principle should be the goal. 
Be sure to cast it with care. 

Then cast your vote both strong and true, 
With principles the goal; 
And God will give a rich reward, 
Worth more than base desire. 

Your vote upon election day 

Must serve a primal part; 

For temperance it should firmly stand. 

Against foul Satan's art. 

Then vote for them who bravely stand. 
Against this awful curse; 
Who does not for some selfish end, 
A silence there maintain. 

We cannot trust a man who shrinks, 
From duty's sacred call; 
That he perchance some votes may win, 
Upon election day. 



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True principles at any cost. 
Shall be our slogan cry; 
There's other ways our end to gain, 
Than revenue for wrong. 

No more let money stained with sin, 
Our revenue salute; 
And then the drunkard's children cry. 
Will change to words of joy. 

Why should we license men to sell 
Intoxicating drinks, 
And then arrest those drunken men, 
Who zigzag on the street. 

Shall our fair state a nation's pride. 
Bear this foul stain alway? 
Our votes have might when cast aright 
To drive this cloud away. 



9^p Daugftter afleen at Ctoentg-ttoo 

My Daughter, yes, my own loved Daughter mine. 
Twice blest for motherhood enthroned sits there, 
First a daughter to bind the three in one 
And then a son to make the tie complete, 
A happy father, mother, daughter, son. 
May God keep them a loving family. 



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9@g ©uiDing ©tat 

Once life's tempestuous seas I rowed, 

The thunders roared, the night was dark, 

Those dashing waves the rude wind blowed 
Into my helpless little bark. 

My courage failed, those waves to greet, 
Upon life's restless rolling tide. 

Then God sent forth a star to meet 
And in His heavenly port to guide. 

And now that star leads on my way. 
Just as it did those wise men old. 

Until I'll enter port some day 

To walk those streets of shining gold. 

Then I shall dwell with Christ, the light. 
With no more stormy seas to fear, 

Among those shining angels bright 
With my loving Savior near. 



90otf)et'0 Lotie 

There is nothing greater 
Than a mother's love. 
Excepting God Himself, 
In heaven above. 

She will sacrifice life. 
Position or fame 
For children's protection 
Whatever the name. 



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Her hours of service 
Are not fixed by rule 
Like hours of business 
Or worship or school. 

This child of her bosom 
She nourished with care; 
It is heaven on earth. 
This love now to share. 

Her love so enduring. 
Holds its firm way. 
While strength till exhausted 
Regards not her clay. 

Yet Mother's protection 
Whatever the name 
Though that be contagion. 
Dishonor or shame. 

Her love is enduring 
Through darkness and night. 
Her love is enduring 
Like Christ and the light. 



I stood upon yon Alpine peak 

Amid a mountain range of thought. 

How shall I of their beauties speak, 

The great expanse of view they brought. 

Beneath my feet a peerless day 

Amid those shadeless sunbeams bright. 

No mists or fogs obscured the way 
To dim the vision of my sight. 



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I see men hurrying to and fro 

Amid the busy walks of life, 
With earnest thoughts and step they go 

Amid this ever changing strife. 

A beacon light shines bright and far 
Along my path where others tread 

Like the dear radiant Eastern star 

Where wisdom's steps were onward led. 

God's beacon gives a perfect light. 

While we our thought to actions mold 
It gives us all a vision bright 

To stamp our thoughts in purest gold. 

But self gives shadow to the right, 

While all our thoughts to actions mold 

Creating visions pure and bright 

Our thoughts, stamp dross, as purest gold. 

Within our busy marts of trade 
Dross fills the place of purer gold. 

Unequal changes here are made. 
By shades of self within our mold. 

This dross has plowed its furrows deeps. 
Upon sweet nature's loving face; 

Where selfish shades their vigils keep 
The purest gold from nature's place. 



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Unequal values great and small. 
Rules changing values of the earth 

These changing values rise and fall 

Since shades of self first gave them birth. 

Now justice languishes below. 

And self still furrows nature's face 

And dross within those furrows flow 
To keep pure gold from nature's place. 

And must God's work now lose its grace. 
Journeying hither, to and fro 

And yield to dross to end the race 

And claim rewards for guilt and woe. 

God cast us in a finer mold 

Than fish or insect, bird or beast; 

He made the dross and purest gold 
His perfect wisdom knoweth best. 

God gives us vision to discern 

The sense of nature through this mold 

Within the school of life to learn 

To stamp the grades of dross and gold. 

And then God gave the golden rule. 
With it to stamp each act of life; 

He gives us this in life's great school 
To cancel all our words and strife. 



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But self and Satan in this mold 
Has placed in us this sinful leaven 

And then we stamp the dross for gold 
Which close to us the gates of heaven. 

But justice gives to Christ alone 

The power to kill this sinful leaven 

And for our sinful deeds atone 
He opens wide the gates to heaven. 

Now o'er these lofty Alpine peaks 
Amid this mountain range of thought 

God arches with the words he speaks 
The lessons that for us He sought. 



Peace 

There is no rest or perfect peace 
Upon these rolling waves of life; 

Until the storms that made them cease, 
Until the end of human strife. 

And then a smiling peaceful face 

Transforms the furrowed face of care, 

And peace now finds a resting place. 
No longer swept by waves of care. 

Joy fills the heart of every one, 
Now looking in this peaceful face; 

That this world's war at last is done 
And peace has found her resting place. 



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&oV$ presence 

God's ears are always open. 
He hears our every cry, 
We need no angel pinions 
To carry them on high. 

For He is here among us, 
His presence now we feel. 
His glory shines around us. 
While at His feet we kneel. 

His hands are here to lift us 
When we in weakness fall. 
He knows our sinful nature. 
He knows the hearts of all. 

He knows our every sorrow. 
We see His face of love. 
He fills our hearts with rapture. 
While here on earth we move. 

He gives us strength for weakness. 
He lights each coming day, 
His Holy Spirit guides us 
Upon our onward way. 

We have a mansion yonder 
Above this world of care, 
Where we shall meet to worship 
And Christ's dear presence share. 



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California 



We see Dame Nature's fond Caress, 

In this State each hour. 
Her smile of sunshine here expressed. 

The sweetness of her power: 
In Cal-i-for-ni-a. 

Our mountain peaks their vigils keep. 
With night caps white as snow, 

While nature's children peacefully sleep. 
And their great beauty show: 
In Cal-i-for-ni-a. 

Our fruits and trees the very best. 

Dame Nature kept in store, 
That she might place them farthest west. 

Upon Pacific's shore: 
In Cal-i-for-ni-a. 

And then she placed in granite mould, 

To fill our hearts with joy. 
The brightest of her purest gold. 

Without the least alloy: 
In Cal-i-for-ni-a. 

Then we must here express our love. 

Our love the purest, best. 
To God who dwells in Heaven above. 

We His abiding guest: 
From Cal-i-for-ni-a. 



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Commemoratinff ^p Daustiter'g 
Cftittp^fiftl) 15irtf)Dap 

The golden mean that lays between, 
The morning light and end of strife; 
That spans the ever changing stream 
Through the allotted years of life. 

Your happy dreams of early life, 
Have lost the brightness of their hue 
But blossoms fade that hid the bud. 
The purest hopes of fruitage new. 

The fruitage of maturer life. 
Are ripened by revolving years; 
These fruits will have a richer glow, 
When moistened by our falling tears. 

What though you live between the waves 
Or mount the oceans' rolling tide; 
Praise God for all His works and ways 
At last to port you'll safely ride. 



2Dur Countrg'0 Call 

(Its Fulfillment and the Soldier's Return.) 

We listened to our country's call. 
We forced a monarch to the wall 
The Allies faced four years of Hell, 
While millions of their loved ones fell. 
We filled the breaches, forced the fight, 
Till justice shone through that dark night. 
And now we're home, we've come to stay, 
While justice holds her rightful sway. 



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A League of Nations far and wide 

We hail with Democratic pride. 

No monarch o'er us holds his rod, 

With liberty we worship God. 

We hail with joy the end of strife, 

To fill our place in peaceful life. 

We love our plains and forests wide. 

We love our own dear fireside. 

To us each home is sacred ground. 

Where youthful hopes still linger 'round. 

The sexes are but dual parts 

Where love's communing links two hearts. 

The golden band engagement ring 

With marriage vows proclaim us king. 

But while we're king in this dear fold. 

Our loving queen is brighter gold. 

And now we're here we haste to greet 

Each friendly face with eager feet. 

Here strife must yield to gentler power 

Where sweet affections rule the hour. 

But some have fallen, they're not here. 

For them there flows the silent tear. 

Beneath yon vaulted star-lit sky 

God knows the graves where heroes lie. 

The sun and moon their vigils keep. 

Where friends and loved ones for them weep. 

Lord grant we them may meet above. 

Within the Eden of God's love. 



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Primeval mt^m CultitiateD iQature 

The verses in the first part of this poem refer to Nature in the 
Rough. Balance refers to Nature under Cultivation, 

From woodland slopes to quiet dale, 
From snow-clad peaks to sunny vale, 
Wild Nature holds her sway. 

Her giant trees with branches tossed. 

While babbling brooks their shadows crossed, 

Now hasten on their way. 

The branches build the great highway. 
Where squirrels dwell throughout the day; 
Their fortress and their home. 

Here birds with flitting, gaudy wing. 
In joyful anthems loud they bring 
To God their notes of praise. 

Beneath, the wild beasts have their lair. 
Within this pleasant home they share 
The liberty God gives. 

Here human forms in Nature's dress 
Receive fond summer's sweet caress, 
Their bed upon the ground. 

And now these human bodies fair 

Are clothed in garments, combed their hair. 

In fashion's latest style. 

These forests in their grandeur wild 
Are but the building of the child. 
In strength for future years. 



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This strength must come from human brain 
From books that teach and schools that train, 
While climbing higher up. 

March on! March on! advancing years, 
Dispelling doubt and gloomy fears. 
As onward still we climb! 



Cfte iLorD'0 Supper 

Within that upper chamber. 
Around that social board. 
How pleasant to remember 
That supper with the Lord. 

Christ's manna from above; 
They ate and drank together 
Sent down from God, the Father, 
His gift of perfect love. 

Christ's blood, that wine, a token 
Flowing from Calvary, 
From His dear body broken, 
Was freely shed for me. 

And now we meet together 

To banquet on the word 

Sent down from God, the Father, 

Through Christ, our risen Lord. 

Some day will bring the message 
To meet with them above; 
For Christ has paid our passage 
To Heaven, their home of love. 



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SDur ©irl 

This was written to comfort a lady who had lost a loving daughter 
through an automobile accident. 

Our girl brought light and sunshine to those about 

our knee. 
She was a dear, sweet blossom upon our family tree. 
She filled with fullest measure our hearts with hope 

and joy. 
She was among our treasures, a gem without alloy. 

Her life to us was given to fill our home with love, 
And then pass on before us, to dwell in heaven above. 
There, we can see her walking upon that golden shore 
While waiting for our landing, where parting is no 
more. 

Oh, parents, are you trusting upon life's rolling wave. 
The holy spirit's guidance and Christ enthroned to 

save. 
Then, you shall have the blossom again upon your 

breast 
Where hearts with love are blending, creating perfest 

rest. 



Cf)e Claims of TSirtftplace 

Pennsylvania. 

Sweet cadence in this word I hear 
Each changing season of the year 
In Pennsylvania. 

There greatest youthful joys I found 
Upon that dear enchanted ground 
In Pennsylvania. 



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I know these words cannot express 
Dame Nature's love and fond caress 
In Pennsylvania. 

Upon my lips and cheeks and brow 
I feel her sweet caress just now 
From Pennsylvania. 

I see her dressed in springtime light 
With sunshine, dew and rainbows bright 
In Pennsylvania. 

Bright colored blossoms in her hair, 
Her form majestic ever fair 
In Pennsylvania. 

I see her in her summer dress, 
I know the warmth of her caress 
In Pennsylvania. 

And now I see in Autumn light 
Dame Nature dressed in fall's delight 
In Pennsylvania. 

Again I see in winter's glow 
Dame Nature's dress of purest snow 
In Pennsylvania. 

The claims of youth and birthplace all 
Thru memory upon us call 
No matter where we roam. 



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SDcean of (SpD'0 Lotoe 

Our thoughts and words and deeds must show 

The love that God has given. 
Like mighty rivers onward flow, 

Our ocean yonder heaven. 

That ocean has unfathomed depths 

Of love we all may share; 
It is the sum of human debts 

Which God returns us there. 

No ebb or flow or rolling wave, 

No changing of the tide; 
All those who claim God's power to save, 

Unanchored safely ride. 

They walk with Christ and His great love 

Upon that ocean floor. 
No angry waves or clouds above. 

There doubt shall be no more. 



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Cfte (Same of Laftot 

God bless the game and bless the day 

In Labor's earnest call, 
When honest work and honest pay 

Shall be the rule of atU. 

There must be leaders in the game. 

In Labor's work below. 
We care not what may be their name, 

They must from Labor grow. 

Then strength for pay should be still more 
Than those whose strength is less, 

Is not our capital in store 

The strength that each possess? 

Then why attempt to even up 

The strength of you and me. 
We cannot change each other's cup. 

That would injustice be. 

But strength in Labor's game of life 

In weakness often falls. 
Then mercy strengthens cup of strife, 

That they may dine from all. 



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